I don't know why does it feels like a crime to live a life doing whatever I can? A life that I wanted for myself?
"You are giving up your dreams?" Viscos whisper in disbelief.
By the tone of his voice I could picture out what does he looks like right now. But not like Trevar my own brother, my frere, I am not scared to express myself. Viscos, I know he only wanted what's the best of me. Despite his shortcomings, despite not believing the story of my nightmare, beside not understanding me the way he suppose to be- he was trying and he was genuine with everything that he did for me.
He was with me for the whole eight years in misery. He was my strength, he save me, he protected me the way that he can. He was patient with me despite being confuse because he was clueless. I wouldn't reach this far if not because of him. I am very much thankful with him.
